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Dreamweaver
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Tiny unpracticed fingers pull meadow green, tug sunrise yellow, weave in childhood pink. Untangling novice mistakes. Finding the irregular flower. Redirecting wandering rivers. Backtracking to please. Earning maternal smiles. Trapped by a rainbow of colors she will never own. |
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